I don’t live by the five second rule when it comes to food. If it’s gone, it’s gone.
But I am and do live by that rule when it comes to dreams.
You see, I’m living a dream I’d forgotten about when life got busy. I’d always wanted to be an illustrator. Children’s books, young adult books… bringing characters to life was my jam.
As a teenager, I dreamed about being the artist for the covers of the Star Trek novels. I’d buy them and study the art with a magnifying glass, dreaming of being that good at painting portraits.
It led me into art school. I specialized in illustration.
And somewhere, along the line, the dream was put down because I needed to adult. Get a house. Get married. Have kids. Move house. Deal with life as it came.
Somewhere along the way I lost myself.
I’ve decided that in choosing and making my deliberate life, I’m choosing me too.
That the five second rule worked here in a way that it could never work for food. I can dust off the big dreams and put them back on the board without risking food poisoning.
And then I got to thinking, that if I lost myself I bet you or someone you know has done the same. Life gets busy, right? And dreams are impractical, right? And… pick an excuse to put here because there are so many, right?
Fuck. That. Shit.
Right now, when I’ve ended my marriage and I’m about to buy my own house and be a single parent, right now is the MOST impractical time to do this shit. Am I right? But I’m doing it anyway. It’s an act of love to myself.
I choose to look back on my life when I’m 80 and be fucking proud that I did the things I did. That I didn’t just dream, I acted. That I took risks and grabbed opportunities hard with both hands.
If I can do it, you sure as hell can do it too. Look around you on the floor. You’re surrounded by the dreams you dropped and I promise you it hasn’t been five seconds yet. Grab one, dust it off and take a huge bite.
This. This is how you really live your life.